My callous hands work through out the day
They work continually trying to eek out a position in this  old dirty world
In so doing they have become thick and rough and oh so tough 
When young I was the world turned so slowly; my hands were ever so smooth
Never ever did I seem so lonely; I was easily relieved and received

But seasoning and wine have me serving time alone
I’ve callously turned my eyes away from my youthful dreams
Blistered my hands and my mind one might say  
I have over worked them

My callous heart it beats precisely and only as it needs
For in younger days  it fluttered and dance nearly flew
At every chance of romance it would beat
As natives’ drums would beat; that were on the path
Singled out from the war of love; now my heart willingly rests

It would not beat at all, if this tongue of mine
Could give up the chocolates and  the sweets or the bitters and the wine
Dry, cracked, and scarred I fold these callous hands

On bended knees I plead, Father please, hear me
Dear Lord I am a broken man, please take me, as I am
If you can heal me once again, please do
Use me too, to do your deeds, use me please
For I need, to be needed, yes I do

Dear God in Heaven I am begging of you
Do not let me rot away, here in this dirty old world, today
At least not in this way, broken and torn

A pray I have written, on my  calloused heart
Callously written by, my callous hands
I send my soul into your hands
Father

               by
Sinbad the Sailor Man

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